Psalms 142

1 A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to the LORD. With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.

Intellectus David, cum esset in spelunca, oratio. [Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi, voce mea ad Dominum deprecatus sum.

2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

Effundo in conspectu ejus orationem meam, et tribulationem meam ante ipsum pronuntio:

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

in deficiendo ex me spiritum meum, et tu cognovisti semitas meas. In via hac qua ambulabam absconderunt laqueum mihi.

4 Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

Considerabam ad dexteram, et videbam, et non erat qui cognosceret me: periit fuga a me, et non est qui requirat animam meam.

5 I cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

Clamavi ad te, Domine; dixi: Tu es spes mea, portio mea in terra viventium.

6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Intende ad deprecationem meam, quia humiliatus sum nimis. Libera me a persequentibus me, quia confortati sunt super me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

Educ de custodia animam meam ad confitendum nomini tuo; me exspectant justi donec retribuas mihi.]